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Checking her e-mail, Claire finds 500 declarations of love from Penguin Jimmy and five messages promising to enlarge her penis.
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| I'm being stalked by a fucking penguin. | |
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| Hey, Claire. Some short guy with a big orange nose came by looking for you. I told him you weren't here. | |
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Claire ignores her roommate Lisa...
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| A fucking penguin... Well, I guess it's better than that robot. Probably easier to avoid, too. | |
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| .... Claire? Claire? .... OK, whatever. I'm going over to Dillon's. | |
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After Lisa leaves, her words sink in...
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| I'm back from the dead, baby! | |
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